Still gave off the same aura of dominance. But now Mercy saw herin a new light. One that lost most of her earlier fear. And she wasready to shed the l...st of it. "I want to trust you. What do you need meto do?"Brianna smiled and it was a genuine one. It still spoke of hiddenthoughts and devious fantasies, but it was also honest and one ofpleasure. Gently she cupped once again Mercy's chin and made her turnto look at Victoria. Then she purred into Mercy's ear, "Brian is yourbest friend. Nothing. They’ve been chatting and exchanging emails for over a year now, talking about everything and anything under the sun. The connection was there from the very start, the light teasing and easy flirting, the random topics and jokes, and the companionship. It was a bit hard with the time difference, him being busy with his work, and her being a post-grad student, but she’d smile and feel good whenever they’d chat. He had said that he’d come and meet her but she did take him seriously until he. Smoothing my palm across the sheer nylon of her stockings I caressed her legs, exploring the shapes of the muscles in her calves and the tendons behind her knees. Moving up I caressed her thighs and nuzzled her natural golden bush.Then, I spread her lips and began tonguing her clit with a slow but forceful back-and-forth motion. I could feel it swell as it became engorged from her mounting arousal. Once it was fully erect I switched to a sucking action. Andrea closed her eyes and rolled her. He spun around and handed them to me with a kiss. “Breakfast is served, Sara. Just grab some peaches for them. What would you like to drink?”“Almond milk?” I hoped we had it in the fridge. It felt so odd, to be a stranger in a house that I myself had filled and decorated. Even the art on the walls were familiar surprises. I could see an Alphonse Mucha print framed near the front door and a picture of me performing hung over the fireplace.Fortunately, this Sara drank almond milk, too. Erik.